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Chitown's Finest Lyrics

[Twista]Yo check it outIt's the Twista in the houseRepresentin K-Town, Westside of ChiNo lieYou know how we do it, Mobstability styleAdrenaline rushin, suckers facin the repercussionI'ma set it off like this though, check it out

You just a bitch in disguiseI hear cries, cause you can't whistle for your guysSurprised when you saw these pistols in yo' eyesShow no fear like mere mortalscause I shoot bloody portals, through motherfuckers oralsNiggaz dyin, causin horrifyin pictoralsMy passion for blastin made me an assassinon all other meat shift workerswho's purpose is to serve ?? til they clientele hurtinMurders got em nervous, I pull my weed and gun outBlast until they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouthYo Mob blast, I'ma defeat you, run 3-2-1 ContactCognac, get me shot with a black gat itchin to bomb backHoes can't get no sleep when I sent yo' chieffor the greenbacks you bring usShots hit his vest as he grabbed his chestas I watch him bleed through his fingers, now come one come allbut if all come, all fall, fuck y'all, we raw dogsthat'll come gunnin, niggaz runnin like they soldiersIn the heat of the night if you lookin for static to start upGuards up, or bring them straps and come ready to mob up

[?]My motto is I'ma live my life fuck the slow and puffin herbGettin boss ?, while my money's doublin on the curbSo fuck a job, I'm bustin stains and my idol's KaneIn school I maintained, but at night I was shakin brown brainsAlluminum foil, servin before it's spoilsI got yay on the boil and my inner circle is loyaland critically acclaimed in the category of gangbangConstantly showered in black rain, as we bring the pain

[Twista]You done crossed our inner circle - now I'm fin' to hurt youcause the Mob peeped all of your loopholesLet the trigger work youBust all of you bitches, and all of you hoesWhen the blunt come, stunts better run shitLook what a thug sprungSee what drugs done?When I hug the gun it make murder for my loved onesThought you was down to die but you been found a lie, so fuck youCan't trust you, gotta bust youPlus you nigga can't get licks in hustleTry to flex your muscle but my criteria overcomes your strategiesTry to make a Mob patter pleaseI can rat on you and ? an amount of G'sMusta had a lot of bud in himI can barely bludgeon him, whip out all the stud in himBut I ain't even stunnin himThen again he's gone, so I just put a slug in himDug in him dead and I'm headin then hoes off at the passOpen up a can of kick assToi aren't we loyal, G's out quick fast

[Ms. Toi]Yo, it's that, West Coast diva from the ChiThat keepin that P, in the pimpin, so let's flyto, ??, over here today, to lay down thefunk me and Twista displayCan you even comprehend this ghetto feelI got my own type of slang and I keep my shit so realSo hold your sack, nigga so you can get backIt ain't a damn thing I lack, I kicks all of the factsSo artifacts, and you artifical game playersIt's Ms. Toi with The Union and we straight slay yaYou haters can't even, try to trip with this, respect the Ms.It's all about that swiftest, Ms. representsand me, in Cali, I hit that Richter scaleFocus to be mobbin with the tightest femalesBut oh well, oh well, if that shit don't go downfrom Inglewood to Chi-TownMomma Militia and Twista straight clip yaIt's me, slicin the necks of MC'swith my homey Twista in the Windy CityIt's me, slicin the necks of MC'swith my homey Twista in the Windy CityYeah